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"
That
's
a
strange
thing
,
"
remarked
my
companion
;
"
you
are
the
second
man
to-day
that
has
used
that
expression
to
me
.
"
"
And
who
was
the
first
?
"
I
asked
.
"
A
fellow
who
is
working
at
the
chemical
laboratory
up
at
the
hospital
.
He
was
bemoaning
himself
this
morning
because
he
could
not
get
someone
to
go
halves
with
him
in
some
nice
rooms
which
he
had
found
,
and
which
were
too
much
for
his
purse
.
"
"
By
Jove
!
"
I
cried
,
"
if
he
really
wants
someone
to
share
the
rooms
and
the
expense
,
I
am
the
very
man
for
him
.
I
should
prefer
having
a
partner
to
being
alone
.
"
Young
Stamford
looked
rather
strangely
at
me
over
his
wine-glass
.
"
You
do
n't
know
Sherlock
Holmes
yet
,
"
he
said
;
"
perhaps
you
would
not
care
for
him
as
a
constant
companion
.
"
"
Why
,
what
is
there
against
him
?
"
"
Oh
,
I
did
n't
say
there
was
anything
against
him
.
He
is
a
little
queer
in
his
ideas
--
an
enthusiast
in
some
branches
of
science
.
As
far
as
I
know
he
is
a
decent
fellow
enough
.
"
"
A
medical
student
,
I
suppose
?
"
said
I.
"
No
--
I
have
no
idea
what
he
intends
to
go
in
for
.
I
believe
he
is
well
up
in
anatomy
,
and
he
is
a
first-class
chemist
;
but
,
as
far
as
I
know
,
he
has
never
taken
out
any
systematic
medical
classes
.
His
studies
are
very
desultory
and
eccentric
,
but
he
has
amassed
a
lot
of
out-of-the
way
knowledge
which
would
astonish
his
professors
.
"
"
Did
you
never
ask
him
what
he
was
going
in
for
?
"
I
asked
.
